Scroll of Life

SCROLL OF LIFE Although the light long ago faded from my youth Clarity of my memories tell one; go home, If only to find the innocence and the truth From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam. When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise, Horizon awakened one of emerald bright Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise. The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay, In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll The scroll we have a new understanding this day. The gypsy has finally found himself a home Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone. © Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014